Something Much Darker

Hermione awoke still wrapped in Severus’s arms. For a moment she was utterly dumbfounded, then the memories of the previous night returned. Her face flamed, especially when she remembered asking Severus to make love to her—and being refused. Though what he had done instead hadn’t been half bad. Hermione grinned in spite of herself. She risked a peek at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and steady. She had never seen him so relaxed before, and it was enticing. A strand of hair lay across his forehead, and she remembered the feel of it. Slightly oily, but clean and soft. Nice. She would certainly never think of him as a “greasy git” ever again.

She became aware that they were both naked, and that one of her legs was thrown over his—and that she could feel something soft but quite long against her knee that could only be one thing. Hermione checked to see if he was still sleeping, then slowly pushed the covers down. She had never seen a man naked before, except in a few pictures, and was quite curious about the real thing. Especially after the night she had just experienced. “Ohhhh”, she breathed softly as she exposed his nakedness. Those robes certainly hide a lot, she thought. Her hand crept out seemingly of its own volition and she gently encircled his cock. She softly stroked him, delighting in the velvety feel of his skin.

She became aware that she was becoming moist between her legs, and a bare few seconds later felt Severus hardening in her hand. Hermione felt a sudden sense of power. She had done that to him, without his even knowing. Or so she thought.

“Well, well. Is this what is referred to as ‘maidenly curiosity’?” Hermione squealed in surprise and released his semi-hard cock before scooting away from him. From the cuttingly sarcastic tone of his voice, she knew that Severus of the past night was gone. She was in bed with Professor Snape, and gods help her.

She couldn’t raise her eyes to look at him. “I…I just…Sev…er…Sir, I’m sorry,” she stammered. How could she have been so stupid as to think he wouldn’t wake up? He quickly got out of bed and she couldn’t resist surreptitiously peeking at him as he walked away. Oh, stars, he had a nice bum, too! He took a pair of trousers out of his bureau and turned to face her. His penis was still partially hard and Hermione couldn’t look away. She devoured him with her eyes, from his arrogant face to his well-made feet. No one would ever call him devastatingly handsome, but there was something about him…a kind of dark sensuality that called to her.

He raised an eyebrow. “I would like to get dressed and go to the Great Hall and have some breakfast. I would suggest you do the same. So, have you looked your fill yet, Miss Granger?”

So, we’re back to "Miss Granger", Hermione thought. And as for looking her fill? Hardly! But of course she could not say that to him. So she settled for nodding curtly and swinging her legs out of bed. She found her skirt on the floor and pulled it on. Her panties were beneath the skirt, but their condition was such that she did not want to wear them. Instead she retrieved her blouse and looked hopelessly at it. She had left her wand in her dorm room, since she only intended to be gone long enough to get something to drink. Snape plucked it from her fingers.

“I’ll take care of it for you,” he said. He flicked his wand, muttered “Reparo”, and buttons flew from the floor and reattached themselves.

“Thank you, Professor,” Hermione murmured as she took it from him. She didn’t know how to act after the night they had shared, and he was behaving as if nothing had happened. She pulled on her blouse and buttoned it mechanically. Next came her knee socks and flats. Getting to her feet, she saw Snape dangling her bra in front of her face.

“Forgetting something, Miss Granger?”

Hermione blushed and snatched it from him, then bent and retrieved her panties from the floor and stuffed both articles of clothing into her waistband. Her blouse would cover them enough to get her back to her room. Suddenly she was angry. How could he act like this? How can you still want him? her mind returned. But she did, oh Merlin, how she did! She started towards the door, but his voice stopped her.

“Miss Granger, somehow I do not think that the events of last night should go any farther than this room. It was an isolated event that will not be repeated. That is, if you are more careful about from whom you accept drinks.”

Hermione turned. “I won’t tell anyone, Professor,” she said dejectedly.

Snape nodded, came towards the door and held it open for her. “I am sorry about the ordeal you went through, however.”

Hermione gathered her courage and looked up at him, taking a step that brought them only inches apart. He was still nude, while she was more or less decently clothed, which gave her enough confidence to say, “I’m not sorry, Severus. And I still want you.” To leave no doubt in his mind what she meant, she reached out and trailed her fingers down his cock, then speedily turned and left his room.

Severus stood gaping for a few moments before he regained the presence of mind to close the door. The little minx! he thought in disbelief. After I tried so hard to intimidate her this morning! He shook his head sadly. Ah, Hermione. My silly girl, it just isn’t meant to be.