One Hundred And One Ways To Brew Lust

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Chapter 7: All the way


They had sipped tea together for a while before either of them found the words to speak. “First off,” Snape began, “let me explain my behaviour at breakfast.” Snape put his teacup down. “As head of Slytherin House, and especially in light of my… former allegiances, I have to maintain an image, which I have cultivated carefully over the years, one of someone…”

“Yes, I know exactly the man you appear to be. He’s the man I’ve loathed for just over six years,” Hermione batted her eyelashes at him, and he smirked back at her.

“Well, I can’t very well cast an idiotic grin your way one morning, just because I think you’re terrific!” he huffed. Hermione sipped her tea to hide her smile. “I… I have to maintain…”

“Look,” Hermioneerruerrupted, “I just felt insecure this morning, and we hadn’t talked about this ahead of time. I feel much better about it now. Really. You’re going to have to act like you hate me. Which will include…” and now Hermione started counting off on her fingers, “one: randomly punishing me during Potions even though I’ve done everything right; two: systematically deducting points from Gryffindors for trivial mistakes; three: systematically turning a blind eye to Slytherins for sarivirivial mistakes. Am I forgetting anything?”

Snape narrowed his eyes at her, while hers twinkled back at him with mirth.

“Just… tell me one thing: do you really hate Harry, or is it all just an act too?”

Snape stayed silent at this point. Hermione felt she had the ans and and looked rather uneasy about it.

“Potter is too much like his father and godfather,” Snape said eventually.

“But you haven’t even tried to get to know him! He’s kind, and generous, and he had to put up with so much before discovering he was a wizard! And,” Hermione added pointedly, “he’s the bravest person I know!”

Snape’s lips curled up into a sneer at this point, and Hermione had a flash of “old Snape”. She found it very disconcerting, and decided it would be best not to discuss Harry with Snape.

“Look, Hermione…”

“Let’s not talk about Harry anymore, please! I … I’m beginning to see some of the problems we would have if we… tried to be together. Not to mention the fact that I’m… your student.”

Snape’s heart sank at this. He had expected Hermione to voice these concerns, but not on their second evening together. He rose and offered her his hand, intending to walk her out of his chambers, and, he supposed, out of his life.

“Kiss me,” she said simply, rising to her feet. She pulled him over to her with trembling hands and framed his face between her hands, unsure where the boldness for these actions was coming from. He kissed her back with such relief and fire that she found herself gasping for air after a minute.

“I need,” he muttered, barely audible, “I need to give you a chance to get away from all this, to talk rationally about it. This… this isn’t the way.” But he didn’t let her go from his embrace. “This isn’t the way,” he repeated as he gazed longingly into her eyes and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand slowly, so slowly...

Once more Hermione felt the tingling start below, and her nipples were hardening under her blouse. Her knees were turning to jelly again, and she parted her lips, beginning to pant unknowingly as she stared back into his eyes. His other hand found its way under her blouse and he moved up, touching her nipples. But he didn’t tug them hard like yesterday. Now, he barely grazed over them with feather touches. Hermione felt liquid flooding her panties, but didn’t panic this time. Snape’s hand now travelled down to her skirt, lifting it up slowly as he traced the length of her calves up to her thighs. He pulled her pes aes aside, and slid one finger across her wet lips. She shuddered at the sensations this caused, and gasped when his thumb pressed against her centre. “Look at me,” he ordered her. “I want you to look at me, look into my eyes.”

And so she looked, and he watched every reaction as it crossed her face. She sucked in her breath when he slipped a finger into her, fearful that it would hurt. But it didn’t, not even when he slipped in a second one. He left them in herle hle his thumb moved in little circles above them, and now he began a rhythmic dance, in and out of her, and the tempo picked up. All the while, he stroked her cheek with the back of his other hand, looking into her eyes. The spasm started again in her stomach, and she came violently this time, with stars behind her eyes. His fingers stopped pumping into her while she jolted occasionally from the aftershocks, but stayed buried deep inside her. Snape felt every muscle clench and unclench. She kissed him reverently after that, as though she couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done for her.

“Hermione,” he said her name like it was something sacred. She shivered as the air from his breath tickled her ear. “Will you let me make love to you?”

She looked longingly into his eyes and he took that as consent. He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, undressing her quickly, pausing only to plant a kiss in odd places, like the backs of her knees and elbows. She giggled at this, breaking a bit of the tension that had arisen ever since she’d temporarily lost her ability to speak. When she was naked on his bed, he stood and started to unbutton his shirt. This seemed to pull her out of her stupor.

“Wait,” she said simply, and got up to finish the job. She pulled off his shirt with a flourish, and gazed back at his chest. It was broader than she would have guessed, and his stomach was flat, bearing a large scar across the left side. She didn’t say anything about it for now, but allowed her hands to wander up to his nipples, which she circled slowly. She gave them an experimental pinch and he growled back at her. She filed away his reaction for future reference, leaning up innocently to kiss him while she unzipped his pants.

She finished divesting him and left him standing there while she lay back down onto the bed, one arm folded behind her head, and the other lying across her stomach. Her hair remained tied back in a bun, and with nothing but her choker necklace on, Snape got a good look at how beautiful she was.

“You look like l’Olympe”, he said with wonder.

Hermione frowned at this, spluttering, “Look, I know that I’ve put on a bit of weight this summer from being cooped up at Grimmauld Place, but really! There’s no need to be so rude!”

“What?” Snape asked, bewildered, “I was trying to pay you a compliment!”

“You reckon it’s a compliment, do you, being compared to a half-giantess?”

Snape remained stumped, until the light bulb went off, and he laughed. “Not Olympe Maxime from Beauxbatons, you ninny! ‘L’Olympe’, the famous painting by Manet.”

Hermione continued to frown.

“Manet? You know! The grandfather of Impressionism, famous nineteenth century Muggle painter in Paris… The painting hangs in the Musée d’Orsay…” Snape trailed off at her exasperated look.

“I know who Manet is! I was in Paris a few summers ago. I saw that painting! Wasn’t she a prostitute?” Hermione asked indignantly.

Snape rolled his eyes and muttered, “I give up. You just see if I pay you a compliment again.”

Hermione still felt hurt. “First you call me a ‘wanton harlot’, then you compare me to a prostitute! I don’t deserve your ‘compliments’. Especially since I’m still a vir...” she broke off nervously. Swallowing the great lump in her throat, she whispered, “I’m still a virgin.”

Snape continued to grin as he prowled towards her like a cougar and said, “That, my dear, is something I plan to remedy tonight… with your permission, of course.”

She smiled tentatively up at him as he lowered himself slowly onto her, careful not to crush her under his weight. As he spread her legs with one knee, she felt his erection press up against her thighs and felt suddenly nervous. She reached down and touched it, taking it into her hand. She gasped as she felt how thick it was. How could something that size ever fit inside her? She’d studied human anatomy quite thoroughly, and knew that sex was natural and, when done properly, painless. But she became terrified nonetheless.

When Snape smiled down at her, enjoying her squeezing, he saw the fear in her eyes. He kissed her deeply, pulling her hands away from him. He brought her hands up to the headboard, instructing her to hang on tightly to the bars. “Just feel. Let me kiss you. I promise you I’ll stop as soon as you ask me to.”

“Should I… should I close my eyes?”

“Whatever you prefer, my Sweet. Personally, I’d love to look into your eyes when we make love, but you should do whatever feels natural.”

Hermione decided she’d try to put on a brave face. She felt reassured by his solicitude.

Snape decided the best course of action was to take her mind off him. He snaked his way down her body, kissing down her neck to her nipples, swirling his tongue around one then the other. He did this till he felt her relax a bit. Reaching down between her legs, he stroked her lazily, never quite giving her what she wanted from his fingers. But he felt her juices start to flow copiously. He started off just using the tip of his dick, dragging it across her wet lips. Back and forth, back and forth.

“Oh yes,” she repeated over and over. It felt wonderful, soft… yet the right kind of firmness. Maybe it’s genetic programming to recognise this and want it so much, she thought to herself. A little voice in her head told her this wasn’t the most opportune moment to be thinking of Darwin, and she tried valiantly to empty her mind of all thoughts save the delicious sensations Snape was giving her.

Snape looked down at her and decided it was now or never. She was smiling, eyes closed and looking relaxed. He pushed just the tip into her and she moaned pleasurably. So he pushed a bit further, frowning when he still felt no resistance. Finally, when he was almost all the way in, he heard her breath hitch and looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide with wonder and a bit of fear. He slowly eased himself the rest of the way in. Hermione let out a breath she only just now realised she’d been holding.

“Oh,” she panted, “oh, that feels good!”

Snape smiled down at her, kissing her softly, and moved back and forth inside her. Only now did he allow himself to feel, really feel what it was like to have her all around him. Warm, tight, wet… Delicious... He realised with shock that he was deeply in love with her already, and in a moment of clarity, foresaw that she would break his heart. It was inevitable.

He tried to clear his mind. He picked up the pace slowly, reaching between their bodies to tease her again and this time, he touched her exactly where he knew she needed it. He tried to time things as best he could, but realised it would take a while to learn to read her body. The little sighs, the way her heartbeat sped up just before she came. As it was, she came suddenly, one of those lazy orgasms that sometimes snuck up on women. Snape marvelled at the differences between men and women’s bodies. He was still pumping into her as she came down from the high, and he came inside her just as an aftershock shook her body. They both cried out, staring into each other’s eyes while they panted in silence.

Hermione was at a loss for words.

“Incredible,” she muttered aloud.

Snape grinned down at her. “Darling, I’m curious. Did you do ballet or gymnastics as a child?” he asked her.

“I believe that is what they call a non sequitur,” she answered, looking at him oddly. “But since you ask, yes. I did about five years of ballet before coming to Hogwarts. I’ll have you know my teacher thought I could have been the next Margot Fonteyn,” she added with an air of sophistication. Then she dissolved into giggles at the absurdity of it. She stopped laughing abruptly, “Why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s just… that was probably the easiest ‘first time’ I’ve ever…” he trailed off, wishing he’d never broached the subject when he caught her murderous look.

“Oh really! And just how many deflowerings have you taken part in?” Snape did not like the jealous tone in her voice. If there was one thing he’d learned – the hard way – it was never to discuss other sexual encounters with women, especially not while you were in bed with them.

“Never you mind that!” he snapped at her angrily. She was taken aback for a moment, and didn’t press the matter. Snape smiled inwardly, remembering that the best defence was often offence. “I’m just glad you didn’t suffer any pain… You didn’t, did you?” he asked gently.

“No. It was wonderful! In fact…” she rolled over on top of him and grabbed him, lazily pumping him back to full attention. Snape caught her hands and stilled them.

“Darling, I’m afraid it’s nearly curfew time again.”

Hermione’s face fell. “I wish I could spend the night in your arms,” she said as she got up and they dressed slowly.

At the door to his chambers, he caught hold of her around the waist, but instead of kissing her on the lips, he brought her left hand up to his mouth, took her index finger into it, and sucked it into his mouth like a Popsicle. He then leaned over to her ear, whispering: “If you promise to be naughty tomorrow, I might just suck something else for you during detention.”

Hermione felt her knees buckle under her as she zigzagged back to Gryffindor tower.